Chapter 77

His arms are still clasping mine and I can feel the warmth radiating from those palms. I find out with rueful delight, that just being in contact with Adrian seems to warm something under my skin.

It seems to ignite a fire that is burning slowly and repressed because of my willpower, but yet it seems I'ts being brought out to the limelight whenever I'm with Adrian. 

"I'll be honest with you", I say and the way his face light up makes me cringe. This guy is too handsome for his own good.

We spend some time in the living room, with me trying out each and every gadget he has there, while he goes into the little kitchen just at the side of the room, and sets to preparing something for us.

It was actually actually fun and entertaining to watch Adrian cook, he does it like someone who is inexperienced, and I'm guessing that is what he actually is, but the fact that he still tries to cope even when he knows he is this inexperienced, and the fact that he's doing it for me, and for us, makes me forget all the experience I have.

I seem to see all the clumsy working Adrian is currently doing, it makes me look at all his movements with a fluid grace, the sort of grace saturated into beauty and perfection in each and every step.

The clang of the pots suddenly seem like music to my ears, the little beads of sweat that are dropping from his head look like pure molten gold.

I don't know what happens to me, or what gives me that particular impulse, but I find myself standing up and walking over to him giving him a hug.

I can hear the catch of breath in his throat, as he seems to just realise what is happening right now. I can't seem to ask myself why I am doing this?, why am I falling so badly for Adrian?, why am I acting like a bimbo at each and every turn?, why am I suddenly so unguarded and open whenever I'm around him?.

Slowly his arms come behind my shoulders, and I bask in the warmth of him, my head is just under his chin, and considering the fact now I wouldn't say Adrian was so tall that I would look short when compared to him.

We look like exactly what we are in this kitchen, and at this moment, little kids who are taking a shot at life, and yet do not have any idea what it entails.

Even with Adrian's experience, and all his looks of wisdom and reservedness, I think he's still figuring life out by the second. He's also still figuring out what it is to have responsibilities, and to have people depend on you for something that is so dearly needed.

He's also still figuring out these winter games, and I can feel the fear and frustration he wears lose themselves as he is wrapped in my hug.

He mumbles something to himself in that deep husky tone of his, about control and how he might lose it, but I think it was meant as a little joke to himself, that is exactly what I take it as, so I will not erupt in another blush, but for now I think it would be best to stop with the hugging.

I do, and it feels weird to be out of his embrace.